Yoonmin Smut

[Part 2]

Maybe it was the way Jimin trusted Yoongi to stop when told to or the way he admired the younger's body in a way oneself cannot. After their previous endeavours, Jimin had gained confidence and wore scandalous clothes more often. Yoongi was good for the boy and their appeal for each other, blossomed. The family had seem to get used to their skinship and thought nothing of it. But, then again they expected something like this to happen sooner or later. When the boys first met, Jimin was shy and Yoongi was outspoken. He took a little towards the younger and the attraction grew everyday. Their parents noticed when Yoongi would ask about Jimin's interests and hobbies. It was just meant to be.
"Yoongi. Goodness, where are you?" Jimin had been searching for him so he could model his new clothes for him. Jimin had went out to treat himself and possibly Yoongi with galore of clothing. As he was searching the house for him, he finds him on the balcony. "Jiminie. Where have you been?" He doesn't turn to look at Jimin. "I bought clothes to try. Would you like to see them?" Yoongi perked up a bit. "Yeah, let's go to my room. Bigger mirror and larger windows for lighting, yeah?" They walk to the elder's room. Jimin carrying bags of clothing he had managed to accumulate over the course of a few hours. He had managed to run thoughts through his head, brushing a deep blush accross his very own peachy skin. Yoongi was pale, almost reminded Jimin as an opaque cream he used to layer paint on canvases. Yoongi flops back on to the bed, resting on his elbows. "Get to showing, pretty boy."
He shook off his clothing and slowly slid up the grey skirt. Coming right under his plump backside. Yoongi was quick to see this, seeing as Jimin had turned his backside to the elder. Bending over to pick up his shedded clothes. The white sweater fell off of his shoulders and gleamed prominent collarbone bones with hickies littering them. Now, seeming as Yoongi only kissed enough to leave marks there for maybe a week, it's been a month since then. He was genuinely confused. "Baby, where did those marks come from?" Jimin just kind of faultered. Not dare facing away from Yoongi. Straight eye contact. "They've always been there hyung." "Lie. It's been too long for them to still be there. Who has touched what is mine?" Mine. "Hyung, I'm not yours. I can do whatever." And there was the first mistake. "Jiminie, I've claimed you. Who did you let touch you?" Yoongi was now standing in front of Jimin with him against the glass sliding door. Ass against the glass and almost face to face. He got no answer. "Speak up. Or else it'll be worse." Jimin was not so innocent anymore, so he took his chance. Nothing was said. "Fine." He flipped the younger around and pushed his face into the glass. Hands grasping everywhere, as if franticly searching for something. Kisses were harshly placed from his neck to his shoulder blades. Yoongi pulled up the skirt and the red panties down. "Yoonie- w-we didn't do anything like this, stop." The elder wasn't listening, he was in his mind. The younger tried grasping at his hands, it was to no use. Yoongi only held them above and used his free hand to pump Jimin. "Daddy's Little slut, so hard for him. Gonna make you feel so good." Low whines escaped soft lips. "Louder baby, wanna hear you scream me name." Yes, their parents were downstairs. So what? As long as they felt pure Bliss, nothing mattered. Jimin let out a peircing moan. Sending signals to Yoongi's gut. Suddenly, Jimin cums without warning. Second mistake. Yoongi turns him around and pushes him to his knees. "You know what to do." Jimin unbuckles his pants and pushes the pants and underwear down.
His eyes widen. He opens his mouth looking up at Yoongi while taking him whole, the first suck. "S-Shit baby, fuck. So good for me." He repeats this motion until he gets the idea to play with the slit. Making the elder's hips buck forward. "Right there. God damnit. Stop teasing." He pushed Jimin's head against the glass behind the younger and pushes himself deeper into the boy's throat. Thank the Lord Jimin doesn't have a gag reflex. He really is a blessing. "About t-to cum." Jimin watches his face as he let's out strings of glory into the younger's mouth. He swallows. Yoongi moves to slump onto the bed. "That was great baby, but who touched you?" Jimin follows. "My friend. He taught me some things. I asked so." They lay back and rest for a moment. "Baby, you're mine, just ask me okay?" Jimin smiles. "Okay Daddy."

"Oh and I'll buy you a new skirt, it's kind of ripped."

He looks down at his barely covered torso. He giggles.

"Okay Daddy."
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Sorry for it taking so long, studying for midterms. Wish me luck :)
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